Mesdames et Messieurs, Voilà, C'est Vous

[lesmodsalouette]

Bievenue

You're wrapped in a soothing, all-encompassing darkness.

Well, perhaps not perfectly all-encompassing -- you can see some slivers of light here and there, just enough to realize that your current space is literally wrapped in something, and that you are a highly customized burrito at the mercy of an entirely too fluffy bed and set of blankets. Moreover: you are definitely not alone.

Depending upon the contents of your bed (two of you, waking up dressed exactly in what you wore last you remember back where each of you came from, in the exact same state as those last moments no matter how illogical or disjointed), it may not be comfortable or feasible to stay cocooned up for much longer. There's a low, muted GONG, GONGG coming from not far away, your bed creaks like a beleaguered ship in an unannounced storm, and it is joined by even more noises of movement beyond the bed canopy as you try to take stock of where you are.

Eventually, you either fall out of bed or drag yourself into this world: your new and strangely crowded personal rooms, the clock insistently sounding out the hour, and the halls and heraldry of the venerable Château Ambregris -- a lavishly decorated and fully furnished version of a more-or-less authentic French castle (assuming you know what France or a castle are).

Left to your own devices for the moment, you may find it helpful to explore the castle for your own purposes, check out the suspicious statues and personalized plaques in the Promenade of Reflexion, or perhaps to try to get to the bottom of the mysterious and frankly alarming amount of bread piled up in front of the place settings in the Banquet Hall. (Were you thinking of escaping? Any attempts to leave the property will be met with no forward progress at all, treadmill style). There's just about every kind of loaf, roll, boule, baguette, croissant or even animal-shaped bread you can think of stacked in baskets. There's absolutely nothing else save for plain bread, but at least you won't starve.

[OOC: Welcome to Château Ambregris, a perfectly normal castle receiving perfectly normal guests. Feel free to ask any questions in discord! The NPC Meet & Greet will be later today, March 8 at 6 PM EST/3 PM PST.]

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[frostlight]

[Hmm.]

Let me ask you this: What does it mean to you to be a dragon of the sea and the sky?

[coldseep]

( He falls quiet for a few moments, considering this. )

... For me, and maybe me alone... I see myself as an expression of the aspects from which I was born. As the skies form a storm over the endless ocean, so was I born. I think... it's for me to not to rule over it, as if I were a separate thing... but live as the truest expression of myself as I can be, unadulterated as a raging torrent or a gentle wind.

( ... not that he hasn't compromised that "no need to rule" bit for love, but... shhh... )

[frostlight]

[★★★★☆]

We dragons embody our elements.

[The presence of one alone can cause natural disasters in the material realm. It's a true expression of their elemental nature and power.]

Fire dragons are ill-tempered while ice dragons are sharp like ice. Water and wind are different and not the same . . . but they flow more than the other elements. [And so, to answer his earlier question:] Not all dragons are spirit lords. You're just being true to your nature.

[coldseep]

( omg 🥺

Hwylryn smiles, bright and warm. )

... That makes me really happy to hear.

( And it might be silly for him to care for her opinion - by dragon standards, anyway - but coming from a time of fragility as he was, he can't help but exalt it a little bit. )

My review isn't quite as thorough, but I think you're wonderful, too. I'd be honored if you could remember me when you ascend the throne.

( not if, but when! )

[frostlight]

[Why is he so happy about that? She blinks at his equally earnest evaluation, then sighs mildly, choosing to take his sincerity in stride.]

I couldn't forget someone like you even if I tried. . . . But you're right. Sooner than later, I'll ascend the ice throne.